The Mini Mes are at the age where they are happy to go into school by themselves, giving me a quick wave as they run indoors with their coats and bags, while chatting to friends.
They don't need me as much any more.
They are growing up and becoming independent.
At the same time as being proud that they have grown and developed from babies and toddlers, I miss them needing me and reaching out for my help and support.
They are at the point where they don't want to kiss me goodbye anymore as it's not cool in front of their peers.
They want to spread their wings and do things for themselves.
However, behind closed doors they still cuddle up to me and even fall asleep in my arms after a long day.
They plant their lips on my cheeks.
Want me to tuck them in at bed time.
Help them with homework.
Want me to tuck them in at bed time.
Help them with homework.
They write me notes saying how much I mean to them as a mum.
I think this makes the hugs that I do receive that little bit more special.
“. . . I would have let him go one finger at a time, until, without his realising, he'd be floating without me. And then I thought, perhaps that is what it means to be a [parent] - to teach your child to live without you.”
― Nicole Krauss
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